Hopefully, The Subject Of This Post Won’t Google Me And Find It. Awwwwwkward.

I like to pretend I’m cool by telling people that I’m over Facebook. And, to a certain extent, I am.   I don’t really write on people’s walls (at least not as compulsively as I used to...oh, freshman year), and it takes a herculean effort for me to actually post pictures. But last night, I was happier than I’ve ever been that Facebook is a part of my life. The reason? Drunk Facebook messaging.

At 1:16 AM, I received the following message from a guy (let’s call him Random Guy) whom I met briefly at Kaplan SAT teacher training three years ago, and haven’t spoken to since:

"You're cute.  I wish I had asked you out during that Kaplan training many years ago.

P.S. Have you ever been to Urbino?"

There are several reasons–-aside from the massive ego boost–-why this is the most amazing thing that has ever happened. First of all, why on earth would Random Guy ask if I’ve been to Urbino? (Which I had to Wiki; apparently, it’s a small town in Italy. Who knew?) Did he maybe think he saw me there? Do I seem like the sort of person who haunts walled Italian cities? Secondly, why was Random Guy drunk on a Wednesday night? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but still, it’s very curious. And since the last time I thought about Random Guy was when I accepted his friend request at the beginning of 2006, how did he wind up thinking about me all the way at the end of 2008? I have so many questions, I’m actually considering responding.

Without Facebook, this incredible experience wouldn’t have been possible. He Who Must Not Be Named doesn’t have my phone number, so drunk dialing/texting is out, nor does he have my email address, making the drunk email impossible. So really the only recourse for this young gentleman to declare his undying love for me was Facebook (new app idea: Facebook goggles). And thank Zuckerberg for it, because it really brightened my morning. Plus, it cured my blogger’s block! So thanks, Random Guy, for making this a wonderful day, and for restoring my faith in Facebook. I owe you one...but don’t get any big ideas.

NB: I have yet to decide whether or not to respond to this message (let me know what you think!), but if I do, assuming the correspondence lives up to its substantial potential, I’ll keep you posted.